Saturday, May 30, 2015

Just Two

 Wing from a dead insect in the front window...
If you prefer something of a lighter nature,
I will leave you with a cheerful buttercup.

Truth be told, I love both of them, especially the
close up of the wing, though it's not the best of shots.
Hoping you are having a good weekend.
Best to all, Ellen.

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Down Across Our Bridge

These photos were taken several weeks ago
when the sun shone with that lovely light that May brings us.

Wild Iris..every spring, it makes my heart glad. sunny, so bright and fills the valleys with sunshine.

Loved creek that in winter roars and where I can see
the precious otters playing and sometimes the statue
of a heron waiting and waiting...a stone image
of patience and such beauty.
Ducks too and determined beavers..a soup of Mother Nature in all of her glory.

Wild lupines on the other side...

The humble wild rose...asks for nothing other than to be here.
And last, but not least the glory of this tree.
Oh, how I love this wise old tree...

A giant, an old soul who's branches have 
held true through time after time.

If trees could tell stories, surely this old man would..
from the times of traders and trappers, he truly would.
Today the sun shone and in the late afternoon
and early evening I have watched flotillas 
of powder puff clouds slowly drifting in a sky
of blue..such a sweet blue..a lovely blue.

May love and goodness come to all
who visit here.
With love, Ellen.

Friday, May 22, 2015

Basket Beauty

The last of course is not a flower basket,
but a nest is as good as any basket.
My son found this is our nursery in one of the greenhouses.
Fingers crossed these wee souls with be safe from the crows.
I've been going to physical therapy twice a week now
for a torn shoulder muscle and tendinitis..tendonitis (sp?)
It's better, but still so hard to deal with at times.
At least I can knit a bit, which was something
I could not manage for some months.
Our weather has been far from happy lately...
galvanized steel gray and a sky at times
so low, I swear I could brush my fingers across it.
The wood burner is still in use. I know this won't
last forever, but I am finding it hard to be patient.
Wishing all a wonderful weekend.
With love, Ellen.